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Monday, December 31

2013, or...


 

 

...Good...

Another year’s gone

Will all

your wishes come true?

Are you going to

 resolve any of the twelve?

They should be thirteen

instead

It does not seem as if it were

to start

all over again

Feels more like

 a continuity of what

began centuries ago

And

That is lasting

Now

 too long.

...Bad...

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IMAGE: Making a fresh start by

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
.
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Tuesday, December 11

Another Mercury Day


 


Tomorrow is

Another Wednesday

In the middle

As any other

Wednesday

And some might bother and

be mad at it

Tomorrow is

the third day of any week

and the 1200th of our gay game

Flippant, playful

Teasing

Tomorrow I

will have forgotten you

And you’ll be reminding me

there was a day

when we were

active and bouncy

And it happened on

A Wednesday…

I’d say

so volatile and

ephemeral

as any other damned Wed.

Tomorrow

Will be

Just another

 today...- and that's

Good enough.

 

 


[About three hours for 12/12/12...HAPPY Tomorrow

Hoping it'll be a good day to everyone]
Posting this for d'verse poets

 
Image credit:

Enlightenment by

Thursday, December 6

Still here, here still


Times we had
when the grass
was greener
when
looking for
was
finding
Spots showed up
before our smiles

Times we had
when that dark
side of the moon
was
meaningless
and the light
was
brighter
the taste
 much sweeter

Times we had
times we shared
and at them we laughed
now gone
but the applause
we still hear
Still here
Here still

Inspired by listening to Pink Floyd today.

Image: Faces in the Mirror by 


Tuesday, November 27

clearing





blue senses awaken
surrounding
a dark soul
it’s 
that hole 
in the sky
widening
while 
the rain shivers
and 
fades away




Joining d'verse tonight

Image: Green Dreams - Original Art Oil Painting On Canvas  by 


Monday, November 26

no scented



 roses are kind of lost
gone

with  forgotten words

kisses are loose

too easy to undermine

unable lips
uttering

nonsense chitchats



Mona's rose by 

Thursday, November 22

near



So soft
so

So gentle
so

my skin
all

and
don't know
how much of

my soul

relieved 

for a second
or two

at the thought of
a bit of

your presence.





Around the lakeby


Friday, September 7

Rather...I




Wishing I
   has  come to a standstill.

The search  is finished.

No more miracles expected
     except for the ones
     which keep me intrigued.

Princes charming called their day.

Wishing I
   has ceased
   as an out of time and place breeze.

Wishing I
  and if onlys
  won’t go along with me.

Withdrawn…

For all that is
     is right.

Rather… I’d
     observe my ego
     take its  insolence away
     and let this self of mine
     be free,
a bird...

( [ RE] POSTED also in My Duality Blog).

Image credit: Affirmation by 

Thursday, August 23

Nulla Nebulla



Please read me at My Duality Blog


Thank you 

always
 for visiting 

Sweeter Poetry.

:-) 

dulce ♥



Monday, July 30

setting off


Drowned in the loneliness
Of this island
Sinking in the ocean
Of hunger and wounds

Smelling the twilight
Words tangle

It’s departure time

Tears fly
and are trapped
in the circling of our hearts

All that noise is deaf
The beat on our chests
break the silence
the mess

Eyes do the talking

Hoping not to regret
it's never too late

It’s departure time.

And the roads were always there
for us to be walked.
The guitar was always there
for us to be played
Piles of books
could’ve been read

Instead, we took the shortcuts
we sang out of tune
and we just read
the summaries.
And now
it's getting too late. And now...


It is departure time.

[Sorry- forgot the image credit]

Tuesday, May 29

the night





No 
matter
how blue,
or green,
our eyes.
.
No matter
how avid
or intense
their glow.
.
On windy nights
candles blow.



Image: Trade in time .. by 

Shaped a candle and posted it for d'verse!




Monday, May 28

Got Nowhere




I got you wrong
        And so did you
                  Guess
                       we just
        misunderstood…

I looked tired ‘cause I was
                 And you thought
                     I was tired of your adoration
                                         And I thought
I’d been deprived of your affection.

               And you thought I was a fool
     While I was thinking I was a fool

                                      But I knew
                   You still admired me
                 For the things I did
              and still do..

                  Went  to sleep
              Then woke up
   You were not there
      But I knew
            you’ d been around
                           somehow
                            somewhere
                            Between your lie
                    and my truth
               your truth 
                  and my lie...

You  didn’t say a word
           Neither did I
                      Could be...
           I got you wrong
              And so did you 
                               Could be...
                                  We just again
                                        misunderstood...

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IMAGE:  Weaving Lace Wings by Dorina Costras

Sunday, May 27

disguised





 




The secret of this world is

that
all things subsist
never die
they move away from our sight
and then return

Nothing dies
Humans seem to die
but they don’t
they are looking from behind the window
in great shape
only dressed in a new
strange disguise... 


Adapted from 
Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (1831-1891)
 texts on reincarnation



Image: Time (III), by Aimee Stewart


Saturday, May 19

So Near



 
It was about…
let me see...
a short period
with a beginning
    and an end
kind of...
a circle
 perfect was it
as it was here 
in what I call
 me
and I was 
all the time
there
mean here
... in myself.






Image: >   The Broken 1 by 



Tuesday, May 15

While observing


These pairs 
just  don’t match
yet, 
they hold hands
and show off.

A few too many 
gross bodies
 showing vital  
dissatisfaction.

This heat’s burning 
my  left arm
while I drive 
 home to safety.


Image: Smile While Observing by 

.Joining d'verse

..

Joining at d’verse because it’s Tuesday and because, honestly, I always expect some people to read. That’s so selfish on my part-I reckon- since I’ve been off blogging and  unable to catch up lately. Please, let me apologize for that, esp.  to those who (as I used to) find the time to come here, no matter what.
THANK you so much for being there.

Also, please, understand, I’ve been trying to comment on some of you- but having to write down my comments together with passwords, mails and/ or verification words... makes it all so much worse. Could you please get rid of that?

Anyway, thank you again!
D.


Tuesday, May 8

Moment or Momentum





Extreme enlightenment  
      frees the souls
     which visit the venue
       under no condition
            for long
.
To the creative
    a whole
to the ignorant
    a hole
.
Pending someone’s decision
     whose name is found
     near and on
          both poles
.
The daring
     call it forfeit
the timid
      a new sacrifice
.
No achievers
.
None conversant with
when it ends up
or if it ever does.
      ...
Posted for d'verse

Fantasy (from my exhibition) by 



Tuesday, April 17

we belong





              we belong
                   to the whispers
                          of the wind

                and the haze
                     that floats
                             hiding
                                the sunset

                   to the hands
                           we hold

               ...   to each other



Together. by 

posted for d'verse